Here's a third go-round of the "legendary" Sub Pop Singles Club - just in time for the most recent extortionate spasm of the seven-inch collectors market. I guess Jonathan Poneman needs to reshingle his roof, or something. The first record this time out comes from the sluggish Om, the bass-and-drum duo whose extreme torpor became an immediate stereotype. Om's sorta permanently pot-high, from the sound of it. The two songs on this record (and, indeed, almost every Om song before or since) sound like the Melvins making some sort of attempt at dub. The b-side, "(Version)," gradually builds up into a nice end-of-the-world scenario, but that's with like only 30 seconds to go, which isn't nearly a hell of enough time to either spook or overwhelm. What kind of an end-of-the-world scenario is that?  I guess Sub Pop wasn't too concerned about putting its best foot forward.

Garrett Martin

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